Follow Their Traces Bunny Novels & Stories

Embry chuckles into the link, watching me walk over towards Ares and Benjamin who are radiating pride while watching Phoenix. “Mumma Raben! Mumma Raben I gotsted a bunny wike you!” Phoenix links excitedly while running into me with her bunny in her mouth, and everyone laughs. “You got a very good bunny, I managed to find one too,” I giggle at how adorable she is, and place my bunny next to hers making her giggle. “Bunnies good chase, fun hunt,” Phoenix admits, making me nod watching her lay down and begin to chow down on her prey.

Immediately, the plastic bottle melted and the water inside started to drip down. “Although the funny thing is, after a long time, the clan manage to reclaim their throne. The monster died a monster, and the monster lived a terrible monster. He came back twice as he was before. What everyone thought was dead all along was actually alive; the great Rubern was alive. However, his beloved died and only their daughter remained.” Lord Christ threw the bottle onto the air and suddenly pulled out his gun from the inside. In an instant, I immediately cowered and closed my eyes thinking he’ll do the latter.

Noah’s intimidation was long gone, now that she had awakened this power sleeping within her for years. Noah followed silently and carefully, rhyming his steps with hers. Till she stopped before a low bush and went to her knees, gesturing for him to do the same. He did as he was told, following her gaze he saw the prayer she tracked. A tiny bunny nipping on the grass at the base of a tree. “See,” he whispered. “I told you there are prey at night.”

It was like I had tasted freedom after a long time, the rich essence of nature rejuvenated my soul. The soft gleams of sunlight illuminating my path brought a sense of familiarity. I was pleasantly surprised to see my pack’s forest. The miracle of returning to my home added to the joy of chasing my dream. I giggled as the bunny hopped over the bushes and bumped into the tree branches. “Easy, my dear! I am not an enemy. Please stop! I will take care of you.” My soft voice perked up bunny’s ears as he paused to look at me with his sparkling puppy doe eyes, melting my heart. I stopped at some distance and crouched down to gain his trust.

That was something no hunter had ever managed. I just hoped Riley was still alive. The forest grew denser with every step, the shadows deepening as sunlight gave way to darkness. My wounds burned with every move I made, each twinge in my stomach reminding me how much time I didn’t have Then, after what felt like hours of tracing faint trails, I spotted them: boot prints. Eight pairs and just too damn right. My pulse quickened as I crouched down, studying the tracks. One set stood out. The steps were uneven, the weight shifting in a way that suggested whoever they belonged to had stumbled—been pushed, maybe even dragged.

“She left by herself.” I straightened slowly, my gaze tracking the direction of the prints. “They’re fresh,” I muttered. “Too fresh.” “Then we follow them,” Kieran said. I already was. We moved along the trail, slower now, and more deliberate. I watched every step, every shift in the ground, every broken twig, and the further we went, the clearer it became. This wasn’t right, because the tracks didn’t scatter. They didn’t hesitate, and they didn’t circle or double back. They just continued in a clean and straight line that was way too predictable, like they wanted to be followed.

I tell him. He raises an eyebrow. “Oh, really? Who is it?” “I’m not sure,” I tell him, not because I don’t have a guess, but because I don’t want to say it and be wrong. “I don’t think they’re around now, though.” “We can follow the scent and see if we can find any tracks if you’d like. Any direction is as good as another when it comes to dumping our trash.” “Sounds good to me.” We separate, strip, and shift, and then Jorin grabs the leftover bits of the rabbits that he has tied up in a scrap of cloth, and we take off in the direction the smell is coming from.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you. You’re safe with me, little man. Just don’t move. Don’t squeak. Don’t die of a bunny heart attack—” Felix burst in before I can even finish my sentence. He is followed by the pack elders. They are all scowls and suspicion. But there is nothing for them to find here. Korrin’s scent is hiding and there is just me, kneeling on the floor while clutching a trembling, furious rabbit to my chest while the Nilsson family all try to wear pokerfaces. “Is this what they were hiding?” one elder asks. Another snort. “A bunny?” Felix’s eyes narrow. While the elders look like their time has been wasted, Felix won’t let go that easily. “What’s with the bunny, Sienna?” he demands.

“She won’t tell you the answer, so concentrate .” Ayla almost rolled her eyes, but decided it was best if she didn’t and concentrated on the tracks in front of her. If she wasn’t mistaken, they were left by a rabbit. She could see where the rabbit planted its feet when it jumped—first, the front paws were close together, and then its rear legs in front of the paws, leaving a track almost in the shape of a triangle. “Rabbit tracks, and he went to the left,” said Ayla.

Everyone was focused on the task at hand, and I had no doubt that we would all keep that focus. Brynn held her hand up to get us all to stop. She moved over to a bush on the side of the path and knelt down in front of it. I followed her and waited for her to explain what she found. Tracking was one of the many things that Mike taught her. I should not be surprised any longer whenever I find out new skills that she possessed. She took her phone out of her pocket and snapped a couple of pictures and maximized them for me. There was a set of footprints in front of the bush and blood on its branches. It was not much to go on, but it was our first clue thus far.